chapter 12

i'm making myself write today, because i haven't in a while and writing has always been my favorite.

my favorite outlet for everything that's affecting me, be it happy or sad.

midmorning i had a quiet time with the Lord. i had my favorite worship music on and my Bible with me; all is right with my soul.

i oftentimes feel heavy with the weight of this world. i realize i'm not part of this world and that my citizenship is heaven (Phil. 3:20), but still, i live here and frankly, sometimes it sucks.

i don't know that there's every been another time in my life where i've felt the negativity of people more than recently.

but, we talk about love and tolerance and compassion. and i honestly wonder if we even know what those words mean.

i can't define them for every person. but i can for myself.

for me, love is Christ. everything else is just a shadow of that and nothing will ever compare.

tolerance for me has always meant, respecting other's opinions even when they're not my own. when i respect i don't judge, bully, gossip or tarnish that person...just saying.

compassion is a pretty word. i like that it has the word passion in it...if i were to define it, i guess i'd have to say that having compassion is having passion for loving others, fiercely.


here's to loving fiercely, like Christ does.